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Warnings for dubious consent and implied possible rape and rape fantasies on Clarke's part

Another option

Soon after she devoured all of the raspberries and all of the pasta, Clarke felt like she might fall unconscious from a food coma.

It was a really, really long time, since she'd eaten this good. She burped quietly, after taking a gulp of water from the water bottle.

After a few seconds, she knew she needed to lie down. She'd had a long couple of days. She wanted to take a nap.

Or at least, that was the plan, till she took her headphones off, switched the music off, put everything down, kicked her shoes slippers off and went under the covers of the bed she was next to.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was tired, but her mind was also busy.

Did she want to escape? Yes. However, her mind kept wandering to the people keeping her here.

She thought about the curve of Natasha and Hela's bodies, the dominance in how they held themselves, the smirks on their faces, the predatory looks in their eyes.

Melina, Yelena, Wanda, Clint, Laura, Frank, Brunnhilde, Jessica, Sylvie, Rhodey, Pepper and Tony's hungry interest.

The almost teasing and coy way Loki, Carol, Pietro, Maria and Steve watched her.

The massive frame of Thor, and the way he beamed at her with happiness. Bruce's polite but strangely quietly dominant aura.

Clarke tried not to groan too loudly, as heat shot down to between her legs. Shit.

She knew that she got turned on easily whenever she thought of being dominated. She had watched enough porn on the computers in those Internet cafes and read enough in books and porn magazines to know what turned her on.

She was positive she was bisexual. And that she fantasized a lot about men and women alike fucking her hard.

But she knew the reality probably would be very different from the fantasy.

Since Finn Collins was Clarke's only point of reference besides masturbation, when it came to sex? Clarke had no idea what to expect in those scenarios.

But she couldn't help her fantasies. Some of them even included Tony, as much as she didn't want them to.

Her mind started going into all sorts of directions, and she was glad that she was able to feel when Wanda and the other, whatever the species of vampire was called, "Draugr?" tried to enter her brain. Because she did not want anyone to see what she was thinking right now, as she rolled over onto her stomach, feeling groin press against the mattress, unable to help herself from grinding against the mattress.

Her mind started bringing in various scenarios.

Her trying to run away and the vampires catching her…and punishing her for trying to run away.

Their punishments varied. From using belts to spank her over their knees, to making her go to her knees and orally please each of them. Then each of them would bend her over a table and each of them would fuck her hard.

Clarke moaned, unable to stop the sound from coming out of her mouth. Thor's huge frame rippling as he pounded into her from behind. Steve being playful and pretending to be polite as he slid in and out of her, only caring about his pleasure. Tony ramming into her, punishing her both for trying to run away and for rejecting him when she refused to be impressed by how rich he was. Laura entering her with a strap and pounding her, thrusting into her harder than even Thor had. Clint pounding into her with a brutal pace. Pietro ramming into her hard asking lewdly how much she liked it.

Wanda thrusting up into her with a strap, cooing to her the whole time. Natasha using a strap on Clarke and going torturously slow and only speeding up with Clarke pleaded for her to. Maria pounding into her without thought or car. Jessica being just as relentless. Rhodey viciously thrusting into her. Frank pounding into her and telling her she better not try to run again. Loki moving as slowly and as torturously as Natasha. Yelena thrusting into her savagely and almost angrily. Melina afterwards, going as softly and as sweetly as possible. Carol being as much as a tease as Steve, fucking her quickly and callously. Pepper showing just how dominant she was, by fucking Clarke hard.

Brunnhilde fucking Clarke harder and harder, trying to show she could fuck Clarke the hardest. Bruce showing that he wasn't just a polite, sweet guy-his cock thrusting in and out of Clarke hard as he railed her cunt, chuckling the whole time. Sylvie, like Natasha, going so slowly that she wouldn't give Clarke what she wanted until Clarke begged.

And Hela railing her, as if Clarke's cunt had always belonged to Hela, and Clarke would pay dearly for thinking otherwise.

Clarke gasped as she pictured the things they would say to her as they railed her cunt. Imagining each of them telling her that she was foolish for trying to run away. And that her cunt was theirs and they were going to fuck it harder than she could ever imagine for the rest of her life-for however long that might be.

And that finally pushed Clarke to her breaking point. She choked out a groan and grinded against the mattress, coming, her cunt clenching on air.

Clarke gasped as she collapsed against the mattress, shivering, feeling her pussy still clenching.

When Clarke finally subsided from her pleasure, gasping against the mattress, heart racing, she only afterwards, felt like she could kick herself.

Because she was positive that the vampires had heard and smelled everything she had just done.

And she was positive that they had loved every moment of it.

Clarke squirmed around, a new fantasy entering her brain, of Bruce and Steve entering the room, this time, with Natasha and Laura and Clint with them, and all five of them grabbing Clarke, restraining her and having their way with her.

Clarke quickly tried to ignore those fantasies. She already had screwed up enough. Or rather, had screwed herself enough. She didn't need to make the vampires…more excited.

Clarke read somewhere that you should go to the bathroom soon after coming. So, she got up and lifted herself up off of the bed and stumbled her way to the bathroom. She pushed down her pants and sat down and started to pee.

She contemplated what it was she had done. And about all of these vampires.

She knew that she wanted them. She hated that she wanted them. But she knew that she wanted them.

But whether she wanted them or not? Actually allowing them to fuck her, of course, was not a good idea.

But she couldn't help but think about who she wanted to fuck her first.

Some messed up part of her wanted all of them to rail her. But the answer arrived quickly.

Bruce. She wanted to Bruce to fuck her first.

She couldn't really even pin down why she wanted Bruce to fuck her first. But she did. He was just so unassuming, so cordial, that she had a feeling when he finally lost it and decided it was time fuck her, she would be in for one hell of a cunt pounding.

Clarke realized where her mind was going and quickly stopped herself. Fucking herself one time was enough. She didn't need to humiliate herself a second time.

After she finished up peeing, she wiped herself put her pants on and she washed her hands and went back to the bed. She laid down, putting the cover over herself.

She yawned and closed her eyes, pressing her head against the pillow.

She tried not to think about the vampires most likely having smelled and heard what she had just done.

Downstairs, the vampires snickered at each other, having smelled everything and having heard everything.

"My, my," Melina said, "That was a rather pleasant thing to hear."

"Smells good," Pepper said, eyes darkening hungrily.

"Yes, she does," Yelena growled, licking her lips, just imagining putting her head between Clarke's legs and devouring the young woman.

"Think she was thinking about us?" Pietro asked, snickering.

They all already had assumed that. That Clarke was fantasizing about them.

They could be wrong. But they suspected it. And now they could hear Clarke quietly snoring upstairs.

"We can ask Clarke about it later," Laura said, but her own eyes were dark, very dark as she imagined her, Clint and Natasha sharing Clarke and using her as their fuck toy.

"You know we'll have to wait till she's perfectly ready for us," Natasha said hesitantly, "She's so young."

"I know," Laura agreed, "Only twenty."

"Shit, wait, really?" Tony asked, but even as he asked, he realized the math was right.

"Yeah," Laura said, nodding, "Do the math."

Bruce grimaced, even if his eyes were dark with sexual longing, thinking about fucking Clarke's pussy raw from behind.

He knew that Laura and Natasha were right. They had to wait.

All of them were centuries older than Clarke, which meant that they had so much more experience than her. And in public? While Bruce and the others didn't care how people looked at them, Clarke might. Especially since she'd spent the past six years in an extremely humiliating situation.

Bruce and all the others, were very clearly physically much older than Clarke. Now, no one would be able to guess just how old all of the vampires were. However, they all looked much older than Clarke.

Bruce himself? He had been turned into a vampire at the age of fifty-four. He very visibly was an older man. And Clarke visibly was a young woman. A very young looking woman.

He didn't mind people thinking he was a "dirty old man," but he had to wonder how Clarke would take being looked at with pity, as if she was being taken advantage of.

Then again, Bruce had to wonder how inaccurate that possible judgment would have been.

Would assuming that Clarke was being taken advantage of, truly be wrong? After all, wasn't that what Bruce and the other vampires were doing?

Bruce's expression clearly was obvious, because Steve said to him, "Bruce, what's wrong?"

Bruce glanced at Steve, startled. He said quietly, "Is this right?"

"Hmm?" Steve asked.

Bruce said, "I want to be with her. I do. We all do. But she's so damn young. Even if she feels some part of the bond and is attracted to us, she barely has had a chance to really live. She doesn't know what she wants out of life, and already we're expecting her to be with us."

As soon as Bruce said it, he saw the effect his words had on his companions.

Laura, Clint, Natasha, Carol, Steve, Brunnhilde, Thor, Pepper, Jessica, Rhodey, Maria, Frank and surprisingly, Tony too, all looked to be in agreement.

On the other hand, Wanda, Pietro, Hela, Loki, Sylvie, Hela, Melina and Yelena, looked put out by these words from Bruce.

"She wants us," Yelena protested.

"Yeah, she does," Jessica snapped, "But what are we gonna do? Ask her to move in with us permanently and not have any life outside of us? What the fuck, Belova? She hasn't had any type of life outside of being homeless. She hasn't had the chance, till now. And we're going to take it the fuck away from her, by expecting her to fall in line?"

Hearing it phrased like that, actually made Bruce flinch. Because yes, while they absolutely meant it when they told Clarke, that they wouldn't need her consent to fuck Clarke, if they wanted, and they knew that she'd forgive them, as soon as they turned her, what were they thinking, trying to take over her life, when she barely had a chance to truly live and was only twenty years old?

In a very real sense, they were taking advantage of Clarke.

Clint said exactly what Bruce was thinking, "We can't do this to her."

"So, what do all of you suggest?" Pietro snapped, staring at Bruce, then at Clint angrily.

Bruce chuckled. Pietro and Wanda were amongst the younger vampires in their coven. Sired by Hela in Sokovia only a century ago, the both of them were young and rash. Bruce could only imagine the types of fantasies they had of what they wanted to do to Clarke, together. And because of how horny Clarke was and how unfamiliar with support and love she was? She most likely would accept every single sexual touch she was given from all of them.

"Like we said originally," Maria said, "We need to give her time. Let her…let her have a life for herself, outside of us for a few years. If she invites any of us to her bed during that time? You know what, then we do it. How about that?"

Carol, Natasha, Pepper, Laura and Clint all nodded, agreeing with Maria's proposal.

"But we want her now, and she wants us now," Loki pointed out, "If we wait, who knows if that will change."

"She's our mate," Laura pointed out, "If we sire her, she'll want us, regardless. But we have to give her a chance at a life. So much of her life was already taken away."

Loki looked away.

Hela said, looking arrogant, as always, said, "And now we can give her anything she wants. She has time to have a life."

"Yes," Laura said, her voice now frustrated, "But she was thrown out of her home when she was only fourteen. She's spent six years without really having a life. We can't take her chance away at having some sort of normal life, if she wants."

Hela was about to protest, when Pepper said gently, looking at Laura and Natasha for confirmation, "So, what do you propose?"

About an hour later, when Clarke woke up, sniffling, somewhat disoriented, till she remembered that she was currently trapped somewhere, by several kidnappers and that no one was going to come to rescue her.

"Oh, yeah, right," she grumbled, voice dry, as she got up out of bed. She then remembered, swallowing harshly, that she had….very vivid and inventive thoughts of what these vampires that were her captors might do with her eventually.

Or rather, what she was hoping they might do with her.

She shook her head. Thinking about that, was unacceptable. She couldn't think of that as a possibility, even if she did get turned on by the thought of what they could do.

She had to focus only on getting out of this place and away from these people.

When she got out of bed and began to go in the direction of the bathroom, she was forced to stop, when she heard a knock at the door.

She looked at the door, confused.

Then she felt….both worried and slightly excited. But she tried to ignore her fantasies from before she had taken her nap and went to the door, opening it up.

She stepped back as several of the vampires-no, not several of the vampires, all of them, came in.

She wondered for a second, if they were going to force themselves on her now. She almost felt heat go to between her legs, but thankfully, she kept it under control. She tensed up, glaring at the vampires. "What do you want?" She asked.

"I don't think you want us to actually answer that, Clarke," Natasha said, smirking and Clarke fought a blush.

Pepper began to speak, keeping her voice careful, "Listen, we know that we've crossed several lines with you. And while we can't let you leave us, because we need to protect you and if we lost you, it would destroy us, we want you to have a life outside of us. Because you've had so few opportunities in your life. Which is why we want to give you an option."

"What option?" Clarke asked, eyeing the vampires suspiciously.

"That you get to go wherever you want, as long as you come back," Bruce said, and Clarke tried to ignore the fantasies she'd had of him and the others, "And as we've mentioned," Bruce shot a glance at Tony, "We have a lot of money. So, we can send you to college. If you want. Or get you a job. Or both."

Clarke opened her mouth to say something, shocked, but couldn't think of what there was to say.

The words, "holy shit" came to mind, however, she didn't say anything.

Seeing Clarke's shocked expression, several of the vampires grinned pridefully.

"What…..," Clarke began, finally able to bring herself to speak, "I thought you guys wanted to fuck me."

She received several laughs in response.

"Oh, Clarke," Laura said, smirking, "Of course, we do. And we will. Eventually. But not for a while. Not till you have some sort of life. A job. School. Friends. We're not going to cut you off from the rest of the world."

Clarke stared, still stunned.

"So, how's that sound?" Pepper asked, looking at Clarke expectantly.

Clarke vaguely noticed how Tony kept his mouth shut. Probably was told to do so by Pepper and the others.

Clarke thought about it. Thought about her options. These people were going to be a part of her life, no matter what. But now she had the option to not just have her life revolve around them.

Even with the vivid memory of the fantasies that she had had of these vampires before, she already knew what her answer was going to be.

She sighed, made her choice and answered.